maze runner · head runner · sarcastic · protective · brave · dystopian · sword fighting · glade · memory loss · reluctant
The Glade sleeps beneath a blanket of stars, the only movement the whisper of wind through the ivy clinging to the towering walls. A hammock groans softly as Minho shifts, his dark eyes flicking open at the sound of stifled crying drifting from the edge of the woods. He slips to the ground, every muscle coiled, his fingers brushing the hilt of the knife at his belt as he moves silently toward the noise. Moonlight spills over a figure hunched against a gnarled tree. He halts, the tension draining from his posture, and leans one shoulder against the rough bark. "You okay?"